I Was So Full Of Sleep At

As The Geometer Intently Seeks To Square The Circle, But He Cannot Reach, Through Thought On Thought, The Principle He Needs, So I Searched That Strange Sight.

O Human Race, Born To Fly Upward, Wherefore At A Little Wind Dost Thou So Fall?

In That Book Which Is My Memory, On The First Page Of The Chapter That Is The Day When I First Met You, Appear The Words, ‘here Begins A New Life’.

No Sadness Is Greater Than In Misery To Rehearse Memories Of Joy.

This Sorrow Weighs Upon The Melancholy Souls Of Those Who Lived Without Infamy Or Praise.